“88 Keys” | Anthony Satori
There are only eighty-eight of them, but when they are infused with the creativity of the human spirit, the possibilities are endless.
88 Keys
black-and-white photography
Passionate Zen
“Passionate Zen” | Anthony Satori
Live your life fully, every day. Be in the moment. Smile, laugh, dance and dream. Slow down and take a breath. Pay attention. Soak it all in. Cherish where you are, who you love, and everything good about this moment. Don’t wait. Cherish it all now, feel it all now, love it all now. And as you go, remember to be kind to yourself and to each other. Because kindness, gratitude and love are the fuels that make the Karmic engine thrive.
A Music Conducive to Dream
“A Music Conducive to Dream” | Anthony Satori
“Truly fertile Music, the only kind that will move us, that we shall truly appreciate, will be a Music conducive to Dream, which banishes all reason and analysis. One must not wish first to understand and then to feel.” — Albert Camus
Distant Shore
“Distant Shore” | Anthony Satori
I was driving up the coast, enjoying the unusual mix of cloud and sun, cool and warm, stillness and motion which constituted the day. I decided to stop and have lunch. I parked, grabbed my backpack and walked onto the beach. I looked out over the water and marveled at the sea and the clouds. The sky appeared to me almost like the atmosphere of Jupiter, a mysterious swirl of forces and counter-forces. It looked surreal and other-worldly to my eyes. The surface of the water seemed dense and heavy, like a choppy lake that you might find somewhere deep in the mountains, far and remote from where I stood. As I watched, the sun broke through the clouds and began to pour its light against the other side of the bay, creating a brilliant strip of light along the opposing shore. I stared into the distance, unable to figure out what it was that I was looking at. Were those buildings? Were they cliffs of stone? Were they docks or container ships? I started to take a picture, but then I delayed, attempting to identify what I was seeing. I stood for several minutes, watching the sunlight expand and glitter along the opposing coast, immersing myself in the pleasure of the light, the patterns, the sensation of beauty, all the while remaining unable to identify the objects across the bay. And then it struck me: the sensation that I was feeling was enough. I didn’t need to be able to identify every detail of what I was seeing before I could be entirely “in the moment.” I did not need to know everything, before I could savor the beauty of it all. If fact, this hybrid mix of knowing and not knowing, combined with an appreciation of beauty throughout, was an entirely satisfying experience. I lifted my camera and took a picture. It was a picture of the ocean, the sky, the light, the opposing shore. It was a picture of Jupiter, a distant mountain lake, wind on the water. But it was also a picture of mystery. It was a picture of wonder. It was a picture of how it feels to be fully absorbed in the pleasure of beauty even in the face of not knowing, and to be entirely content in the completeness of that experience.
Dark Horse
“Dark Horse” | Anthony Satori
“Every day we should hear at least one pleasant song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.” – Goethe
The Hyacinth Girl
“The Hyacinth Girl” | Anthony Satori
“‘You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; / They called me the hyacinth girl.’ / — Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, / Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not / Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither / Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, / Looking into the heart of light, the silence.” – T. S. Eliot (The Waste Land)
The Mystery of Stillness
“Pillars” | Anthony Satori
“Nothing can surpass the mystery of stillness.” – E. E. Cummings
Spring Moon
“Spring Moon” | Anthony Satori
Some nights, when everything is quiet and the air is warm, I go outside and simply experience how the world feels around me. I allow myself to become fully aware of the stillness, the silence, the way every object becomes transformed from its daylight appearance when it is differently lit by the moon and the stars. I breathe deeply of the air and allow the moonlight to wash over my eyes. The expansiveness of the heavens, the soft glow of the objects in my view, the light chill of the night air on my skin, it all feels peaceful and calming to my spirit. I focus on the beauty and depth of the soft, bluish moonlight, knowing that it is a gentle reflection of the Sun’s rays reaching from behind the shadow of the Earth, traveling millions of miles, bouncing off the surface of the moon, and then arriving, softened but not diminished, exactly where I stand. It is like a whisper, a quiet reminder that the Sun is still there, still shining, even though I cannot see it, in this moment. I breathe deeply. The mystical quality of the moonlight connects me with the still, silent, infinite space within my soul. I feel the deep echo of millions of years of human ancestry experiencing the same awe and wonder while standing beneath the same night sky, and I become more deeply connected to my humanity. I feel a deep inner resonance with the Creative Consciousness of the Universe, the Source of all good things, and I become more profoundly connected to my spirituality. I allow myself to just be, in this moment. A sense of inner calm and clarity gradually expands from within me, permeating my conscious mind, putting me in touch with my more subtle faculties, and heightening my ability to better perceive the beauty and goodness in everything around me.
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